Who turnt yo' hair, Benny Dick?" she asked of the sticky
little pickaninny sitting happily on the floor. "Is a angel been
here?"
Benny Dick nodded his head with a delighted grin of
comprehension.
"Hit's de doing er de Lord," cried his mother. "He gwine turn
my chile white an' he done begunt on his head!"
There was an ecstatic giggle from behind the door.
Sarah Jane rushed inside as fast as her mammoth proportions
would admit and caught a culprit in each huge black paw.
"What yer up ter now, Jimmy Garner?" she asked. "What yer
been er-doing?"
Sudden suspicion entered her mind as she caught sight of the
empty bottle lying on a chair. "You been er-putting' suthin'
on my chile's head! I knows yer, I's er-gwine ter make yo'
mammy gi' ye de worses' whippin' yer eber got an' I's gwine
ter take dis here William right ober ter Miss Minerva. Ain't
y' all 'shame' er yerselves? Er tamperin' wid de ha'r what
de good Lord put on er colored pusson's head an' ertryin'
fer ter scarify my feelin's like yer done.
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